Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 57 - 56: The Evil Omen Must Die (Part 2)_1

Chapter 57: Chapter 56: The Evil Omen Must Die (Part 2)_1

The young woman was clad in a black dress, seated with noble and elegant poise, her neck as pristine and elongated as a swan’s.

The severed head still bore a sweet smile, while the body lay prostrate on the table, blood trickling out and staining the high-quality printed tablecloth red.

This scene, so full of shock, was etched deeply into everyone’s mind.

After a deathly silence, a wave of terrified screams erupted in the dining room, as some people stood and ran for their lives.

Hush!

A grunt stepped forward and gestured for silence.

Such a simple movement, yet it carried an overwhelming persuasive power; the screams ceased almost instantly, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

“This was merely to inform you all of the reason for your cooperation; please do not panic, and more importantly, do not move. I assure you that none of you are under any threat,”

the grunt said nonchalantly, signaling his colleague to put the head back in place.

At his words, the diners in the restaurant fell silent as if chilled to the bone, daring not to have any objections, save for a few stifled sobs here and there.

This was the authority of the Night Watchman!

Fu Qian sighed, redirecting his attention to the delicacies before him.

Although the incident was sudden, he had anticipated such events.

After all, his mission this time was to prevent a catastrophe.

Though he wasn’t certain what the disaster would be, he never expected the places he appeared to be peaceful.

Moreover, compared to his recent experiences, the scene before him almost qualified as refreshing.

Breathing in the faint scent of blood in the air, Fu Qian picked up another piece of food, savoring the taste as he chewed swiftly, his face content.

One must not lose the joy of life for the sake of work.

His movements might be considered stealthy, but under these circumstances, they were glaringly discordant.

Not only were the neighboring diners staring at him in disbelief, but even the grunt who commanded the room’s attention with his presence furrowed his brows.

After exchanging a look with his colleague, the grunt walked over to Fu Qian and stared down at him from his superior position.

However, the latter did not even lift his head, continuing to empty his plate as if nothing else mattered.

The grunt swallowed hard and then became inflamed with anger, causing the temperature around them to plummet another ten degrees instantly.

“Name?”

“Fu Qian.”

“Age?”

“20.”

“Occupation?”

“Specialist.”

Feeling great after his meal, Fu Qian cooperated, answering each question in turn.

Unfortunately, after stating his occupation, he could clearly see the questioner’s eyelid twitch.

“Specialist… Is that your job?”

“Yep, a professional specialist.”

Fu Qian blinked.

“You stay put right here, don’t move.”

The grunt’s face turned a shade of green as he turned to look at his colleague.

“I think this guy is highly suspect.”

“In all my life, the thing I hate the most is specialists!”

The latter, upon hearing this, hurried over, sizing up Fu Qian with an expression of suspicion and disbelief.

Such was the disparity in power!

Fu Qian reflected internally, realizing that the other party was assessing his strength, sadly a futile task due to the significant gap between them.

In gaming terms, it was as if an identification spell resulted in nothing but question marks.

From this perspective, Xi Yuan City likely wasn’t very large, certainly not when compared with the Transcendents Fu Qian had met at the Night Watchmen Base; in terms of strength, these two still passed as rather weak.

If the field agents were of this caliber, the overall strength was likely worrisome.

As the standoff continued, a grunt received a message.

After a brief conversation, he pulled his comrade aside for a quiet discussion, stealing occasional glances at Fu Qian.

Fu Qian had little interest in eavesdropping, but unfortunately, the two grunts were speaking so loudly it was clear as day.

“The captain has asked us to keep the situation under control, leave everything as it is, don’t do anything, and wait until Su Zhiyan arrives to discuss further.”

“Don’t do anything? We just stand here and watch?”

The common soldier obviously wasn’t pleased.

“That’s what the captain said, it’s Su Zhiyan’s request. You’d better not mess around, I certainly don’t want to offend that lady…”

“Fine.”

In the end, the common soldier agreed reluctantly, but his look at Fu Qian was quite resentful.

That lady?

Fu Qian suddenly became interested.

He knew the configuration of the Night Watchmen in most areas.

For more minor places, the Night Watchmen team was usually small-scale, consisting of the captain and a few formal team members, with the captain being the highest authority in the area.

So an unexpected guest had arrived who made the captain cooperate unconditionally?

From the tone of the two men, they seemed quite wary of this individual.

This abnormal situation might well be related to his own mission.

Fu Qian, who had been planning to leave, decided to wait a little longer.

Time ticked away slowly, and in the silence, it seemed to move especially slowly.

Yet, no one complained; everyone sat solemnly in their place, disciplined as if they were elementary school students.

Finally, after a long wait, someone came in through the door.

Fu Qian looked up and was momentarily stunned.

Dark narrow hood, long Curved Sword.

Skin whiter than snow, delicate as porcelain.

Er… That is porcelain!

Looking at that familiar half-face, Fu Qian recalled someone who had fiercely struck him three times.

Was her name Su Gao?

…

To be reasonable, it had only been a few days since he last saw her.

But it felt like a long time ago.

Compared to their last encounter, she looked the same, her expression as blank as a puppet’s face.

However, the porcelain covering her face seemed to have spread even more, high collars couldn’t hide it at all.

But that wasn’t the point, the point was that this was the first time he had seen someone he encountered in a previous containment mission!

If he remembered correctly, at the end of containment mission 2-133, neither Su Gao nor the captain had sustained fatal injuries.

Su Gao, with her tall and slim figure, stood there, and even though she didn’t bring out any chill like before, a nameless killing intent made the restaurant quieter still.

The pair of common soldiers approached her cautiously, completely void of their earlier complaints.

Without needing their reminder, Su Gao directly went over to the victimized young woman and observed carefully.

After a long time, she finally looked up, as if deep in thought.

“Executioner Yan, besides the victim, we’ve found one suspicious person here.”

The common soldiers had been holding their breath and focused, not daring to interrupt. At that moment, the first common soldier finally couldn’t help but speak out.

While speaking, he pointed towards Fu Qian.

Hmm?

Hearing the accusation against him, Fu Qian kept silent.

He was very curious about Su Gao’s reaction upon seeing him.

That represented the answer he cared about most.

If she recognized him, wouldn’t it to some extent indicate that his previous experiences hadn’t been just a mere illusion,

But had left tangible marks in this world?

Ah!

Following the direction pointed by the common soldier, Su Gao let out a cry of surprise.

Fu Qian keenly noticed that her ordinarily still features became animated for a moment, and it seemed as if a dazzling galaxy flashed through her eyes.

“Fu… Mr. Fu?”